when the Sumilao farmers mrached to malakanyang the first time they were greeted with truncheons and cops aiming at their heads.

The second time they marched again they were greeted with flowers and water and the president quickly handing out a 45 minute meeting but of course with a photo shoot of her hugging a farmer.

Call it stupid or controversial but nothing is more ridiculous than an ever spinning nonsense being flaunted in front of you.

What made malakanyang change its stand on the sumilao farmers can only be summed up in two-words. "Media-Mileage".

When it failed to address its incapacity to render justice to media men arrested by the police and the military in the makati stand-off, it irked the press as well as major broadcasting networks.

I honestly don't think that this act of one of the highest offices in the country is sincere.

No. I don't buy the idea that in a weeks time or in a days hours one whose face is pompous enough to jail innocent mediamen who's only doing their job would be kind enough to do justice to a group of farmers who has been asking for their help for almost a decade.

It's a "farts face value" thats what I call it.

But yes give back their lands for all its worth, despite the politicking involved in all these, they deserve that.

But don't give me any nice idea that this government is really doing it for the people.

No. It's just utter nonsense.

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If there is one thing that our education has taught us, it is our propensity to just gulp down any imaginable injustice done to us no matter how downright disrespectful it is.

It doesn't just teach us how to be corrupt or be blinded by the people in power, it also teaches us how to be modestly hospitable to those who are trampling over us.

You ask why?

It's because we need the grade. We need the diploma and we need the honor of being able to graduate from a University. Only to be trampled time and again in our workplace.

The church dims also as such that it enhances servitude as a means of surviving and only does it become pro-active when its interests are being severely broken down to bits and pieces but as long as it has its wide base of followers it will even help retain the status-quo.

If the university's crimes are to be considered, it is because they have the power to give a diploma and a bright future.

if the Churchs' crimes are to be considered, it is because they have the power over sending you to heaven or hell.

And now if a Job/employers crimes are to be considered it is because they have the money and an employee doesn't have one.

Perhaps Marx is right when he theorize that society is borne out of the struggles of the different classes but I'd have to rephrase it by saying that society is borne out of the needs of the different classes. Achieving it may have different forms but the old virtue of the strong shall live and the weak shall die still runs true even in the corporate setting.

Hmm.. But why am I writing this?

Well.. its' just something I thought of writing while I was making the trip from north fairview to philcoa hehehe

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I had a band in college and the name was Eco's Pendulum.

I guess we named it after a famous book by the semiotics philosopher Umberto Eco.

The books' title is Foucalts' Pendulum.

We love the book and yes because we're all dorky enough to name it over ourselves we decided to carry it in our bands name list in concerts.

our original name was really Supersymboliceconomy. Based from the book of Alvin Toffler who wrote Future Shock and yet again it is dorky enough to overshadow our artistic endeavours.

I play vocals, Jiji played the bass, jecar played the second vocals, Atan played the guitar, and Oliver played the drums.

I can objectively say that we're good though. And I think we had a great future ahead of us if not for my love of judo that I wasn't ablte to conitune the band stint.

In someway you get tired of missed practices and late people cueing up in a studio.

But yes those were good times.

Jecar continued with the band having Atan as their guitarist.

Oliver became a bible weilding guy and decided to play in a church group instead.

Jiji became an addict and was alienated for a year but came back after that and finished his studies and worked in manila.

As for me I still sing but I'm too busy to do so with a band. So i record my songs in a computer and upload them in my multiply.

hmm times have changed I'm getting more mellow right now as in, I was singin hardcore rock music back in those days, but now I'm playin damien rice songs wheeew!

time flies hehehe

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whats' this all about cheating in the SEA games in thailand?

Some say that its' just not right that our athletes walkout kasi nga dinadaya sila.

its' just like saying why bother running for office when you know you will be cheated anyway?

My heart goes out for them athletes you see we don't give them much credit than we're supposed to.

They spend their lives training everyday missing almost half of their lives and doing everything for the name of the country.

And believe me having a painful body after a days' training isn't worth the broken spirit they would get after being cheated.

Its' just like being cheated out of your college entrance exams where another undeserving person gets to enter your college because of connections and you get wait listed while your dirt poor and the other could afford high end universities. Turned out the persons' just there for the name and the diploma.

It is when somebody tells you to clean your room and her room is not even clean.

It is when somebody tells you to throw away your things but not hers because she thinks they're too messy.

It is when she says go buy a new shoe rack when more than half of her shoes are on the available rack but her shoes are rotting because she doesn't even use them.

It is also disconcerting when she notices your habits like eating a lot or when she notices your belly saying that its too big and yet you go to the gym. But she lets you eat everything that are leftovers in the fridge.

Other than the fact that she even has a say on how you fix your clothes in your cabinet and while your away she goes over your things afterwards telling you at dinner why you like watching porn a lot.

She can't do this to her son.

She can't do this to her daughter.

But she can do it to me.

All because I'm just somebody renting a room in her place.

And look I pay dearly and I pay well. In fact I pay on time!

I don't think it merits more than picking on me nor the idea of looking down at me and as I feel it I don't even deserve to be told "You have to fix your room because that is the rule of the house!" When you never tell that to your son and daughter.

Yes I'm tired and I'm really damn pissed.

How do you think I felt that insincerity? That painstruck discrimination?

It was when you'd rather let me stay in a room downstairs where I had to cramp myself and my stuff while there is another room upstairs bigger and better and free for the taking that you wouldn't want me to use because you'd rather have a "korean" rent it.

And only when termites stormed my room and almost ate my bed from beneath and when my clothes were almost eaten that you even blamed me for the termites tellin me that I never checked my things that I had too much stuff that I wasn't clean enough.

I swallowed everything you see I swallowed all of it. Because in my heart I owe you everything that I am now. That when I was young you took me in and helped me to where I am now.

Or at times when I can't ask you to let somebody special sleep at my room while I sleep at the sofa on the living room.Your son could let anyone sleep in his room as well as your daughter but not me.

Not me.

See I'm thankful really. I love you guys but it's been a year of futility.

I even have to buy a lock and key and a small hardware box to keep my things just so you'd never look at some important things as if you own everything I do.

Look I never went in your rooms. I never scrutinize them nor tell you to throw your things away!Everything you do to your things I left them all to you.

But it's just irritating so irritating specially in the morning.

So now I have another goal and I'm placing this in my itinerary for the next year.

I'd have to say goodbye to the free food and the free television.

I'd have to say goodbye to the free laundry and the use of computer.

I'd have to say goodbye to you. And everyone,. I guess times had been happier but this is the end.

"Bro I had a fiance once and we've been together for five years imagine that.

We we're supposed to get married and we we're already in the photoshoot for our wedding when she shouted at me because she got jealous of my bestfriend.

That's when I ended it.

All that five years ended in that couple of minutes."

Upon hearing that I don't know what to say.

Is it that easy to let go of a year? a month? a day? for some reason as simple as shouting in a photoshoot?

Perhaps it is.

And the more I think about it the more irrelevant relationships become.

"When I decided to marry her, I knew that I have to take her for what she is either way someone has to give."

Yah I think you're right. Maybe. Perhaps.

Its a fact that I enjoy my past relationships in fact they've become a permanent fixture in my dreams.

Sometimes I'm reliving it in my dreams as if its true.

"I think it just piled up and the more it piled up over the years it broke off that bond between us. Its five years and we've been together ever since but now I hate him as hell."

I ask myself will I also feel that? What If i don't get into any relationships for awhile. Lets' just say I've decided to keep it low for a year and perhaps expand it to another year and perhaps I wouldn't get into any relationships anymore. What would happen?

"I've been a fool for a year bro. I kept loving her even when she doesn't love me back... But seriously I still love her I really do."

It doesn't make sense really.

But I like his conviction. Nonetheless I wouldn't dare go back to that place of utter desperation. Of trying to prove oneself for something that in one way or another fail.

You look around and see different faces. You wonder what they're thinking. if they have the same story as yours or if it's more happier? no. lonelier.

Suppose you have their eyes and ears and you live their lives for a day would you want this life your living?

Would you settle for something you've never trodden on to the ones' your familiar of?

"He has a wife. But we love each other. he loved me as if its forever, as if his wife doesn't exists. In fact he married her because he felt obliged to. But now I'm married. I'm happy. I pray that he's happy."

Tell me a story as sad as this and I'd write a thousand poems for their children.

If there's one thing I learned about loving.

It is that it goes away just as fast as it comes.

If it stays, then count the days and the weeks and the hours and enjoy it.

Either way time and loving are altogether indifferent with each one. And oftentimes they become the reason for each others demise.

Honey why you calling me so late?It's kinda hard to talk right now.Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next roomSometimes I wish she was youI guess we never really moved onIt's really good to hear your voice say my nameIt sounds so sweetComing from the lips of an angelHearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbyeBut girl you make it hard to be faithfulWith the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonightAnd, yes, I've dreamt of you tooAnd does he know you're talking to meWill it start a fightNo I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next roomSometimes I wish she was youI guess we never really moved onIt's really good to hear your voice say my nameIt sounds so sweetComing from the lips of an angelHearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbyeBut girl you make it hard to be faithfulWith the lips of an angel

It's really good to hear your voice say my nameIt sounds so sweetComing from the lips of an angelHearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbyeBut girl you make it hard to be faithfulWith the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbyeBut girl you make it hard to be faithfulWith the lips of an angel

Honey why you calling me so late?

-Hinder-

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Sometimes being wrong really means being right. And being right means having to admit you're wrong.

kagabi nag-usap kami ng barkada ko. itong barkada ko 4 years nang nagtatrabaho sa kumpanya nya he started na yung sweldo niya mga 10k lang he worked up the ladder and proved to the company na talagang kaya nya ngayon he's earning thrice as much as he was earning 4 years ago. pero ito ang catch that was 4 years ago.

I sent a number of text messages regarding the makati standoff and I had number of reactions that really irked me.

reaction #1: I don't care (mga dalawang taga UP yan ha)

reaction #2: Trillanes is a destabilizer, mayabang and stupid.

reaction #3: And who do you think would replace GMA? Them destabilizers? They are all the same! all politicians are the same!

reaction #4: They said that they are representing the people then why are they targeting posh hotels?

In the first reaction I said "Ok then i'll let you off my list"

on the second reaction I said "Destabilizer? He wouldn't have done it if GMA didn't cheat don't you think? Mayabang? In what way?"

on the third reaction I said "if you know the constitution you'd know the answer, if it's Noli you don't like then you're thinking of removing her extra-constitutionaly then I think you should think of a good replacement, but if you think that all of them are the same then I think they are all the same because you keep them that way in short you don't do your part in changing the political landscape and one way of doing that is by keeping mum."

On the fourth reaction I literaly laughed out loud, you see I really don't see the point of this reaction. It sounds like if you are poor then you don't deserve to go to five star hotels or even manifest your displeasure in a "posh" place no matter how justified your protestations are. Its just sinfully funny and discriminating the least.

Their reactions differ but I'm not sure If I did swayed them to the course I'm heading to which is "We let other people do the things we should've rightfully done in the first place and that is weed out all of the corrupt politicians we voted into office. You see when you vote it doesn't end there, you should be watchful of how the politician works so you'll know if the taxes you are paying him to do his job are really worth it. Or else that person should be put out of power. It is not a question of opinion as I see it rather it is a question of morals.

For goodness sake the president has time and again cheated on the people and made an amazing number of offences and all you have to tell me is who's going to replace her? you mean to tell me you'd let a criminal off just because you think there's no other person suited for the presidency but the president who cheated her way to office?

the bishops and nuns are right, if this is happening then we have completely lost our morals. And I don't know how we can come up with it anymore.

On surfing around the net again I came across the blog of my favorite blogger and read this heartbreaking entry and yes it is heartbreaking as heartshakingly honest as it is. thanks Frances ^_^

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In 1966, Sexton wrote this poem while she was hospitalized for injuries suffered from a terrible fall down the stairway of her house, on the night of her birthday.

The poem is about the end of her love affair with her psychiatrist, Dr. Zweizung, who had devastated Sexton by ending the relationship when his wife discovered the love letters that Sexton and Zweizung had exchanged and had become enraged.

In contrast to Sexton's other relationships, the pain inflicted by the end of this particular affair was intense and long lasting. As someone once commented, some wounds never heal, so we might as well just learn to live with the scars.

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For My Lover, Returning To His Wifeby Anne Sexton

She is all there.She was melted carefully down for youand cast up from your childhood,cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.

She has always been there, my darling.She is, in fact, exquisite.Fireworks in the dull middle of Februaryand as real as a cast-iron pot.

Let's face it, I have been momentary.vA luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.My hair rising like smoke from the car window.Littleneck clams out of season.

She is more than that. She is your have to have,has grown you your practical your tropical growth.This is not an experiment. She is all harmony.She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,

has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,sat by the potter's wheel at midday,set forth three children under the moon,three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,

done this with her legs spread outin the terrible months in the chapel.If you glance up, the children are therelike delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.

She has also carried each one down the hallafter supper, their heads privately bent,two legs protesting, person to person,her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.

I give you back your heart.I give you permission --

for the fuse inside her, throbbingangrily in the dirt, for the bitch in herand the burying of her wound --for the burying of her small red wound alive --

for the pale flickering flare under her ribs,for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse,for the mother's knee, for the stocking,for the garter belt, for the call --

the curious callwhen you will burrow in arms and breastsand tug at the orange ribbon in her hairand answer the call, the curious call.

She is so naked and singularShe is the sum of yourself and your dream.Climb her like a monument, step after step.She is solid.

About my allergic rhinitis update ko lang ayus na siya pero i keep on taking this drug na kastair ang name for 20 days which costs around 45 pesos each tapos after nun have to take flexotide nasal spray once a day.